Came home the other night to find a package of English chocolates on the floor, opened and scattered. And eaten. This alone is worth the terrifying scream that tore out of my throat. The secondary reason was that it was a skunk doing the eating.
Did I see said skunk? Luckily no. I just saw destroyed wrappers and a big mess. However, later that night the skunk entered two more times through the cat flaps and sat down to eat at the bowl. Mr. Smartass said hey, go away skunk. And it did.
This was tragedy enough. A skunk loose in my house. Next we’d come home to find it curled up on the bed fast asleep right?
The next night it was a package of Heath bars destined for a Friday night at work. Five packages demolished.
The next night it was Hershey’s Easter Eggs.
For anyone who knows me, I’m a confirmed choco-holic. And now I have a skunk who enjoys his chocolate every bit as much as I do.
Which one of us is going to win this epic battle of woman vs beast?
Stay tuned (and stand by with a can of tomato juice) as we find out next week on….
Smartass vs. Skunk